I look forward to my trips to the nail salon. I enjoy my time there even though I’m not a weekly regular; it’s more like monthly visits. I especially enjoy it when I’m visiting my daughter in GA, nothing like a mani/pedi with your grown daughter (and she treats!)
My neighborhood nail salon is small and always busy. I walked in to the salon Saturday morning and was told there was about a 20-25 minute wait. No problem, I picked out my nail color and started to chat with the other ladies waiting. There were no more seats in the waiting section so I stood and scanned the room and noticed at the end of the aisle were 2 young boys seated at a manicure station behind a lady I presumed was their mother who was getting her nail treatment.
Finally, I was escorted to my pedicure chair that was a prime spot – directly across from the two boys and another little brother with a pre-teen looking sister.
The boys smiled and I said to the older one you are probably bored, huh? He nodded in agreement as I told him he should have brought a book. He gave me a look as if I just landed here from another planet!
The shop is very narrow. The boys and the sister try to stay out of the way as the workers and clients walk down the aisle to the sink or to the back for eyebrow treatments. They aren’t loud or causing any problems, but they aren’t exactly getting warm welcoming looks from the workers either.
The mother has grocery bags on the floor beside her. She reaches inside the bags and brings out snack size bags of what appears to be gummy-bears (an all time boy favorite). I’m intrigued at how they entertain themselves. Surprisingly, no electronic devices are in sight! They have to use their own ingenuity to entertain themselves.
First up – nothing like a swivel chair! The middle brother (who I discover is in 1st grade and the littlest brother is 2 years old) says to the older brother as he swivels, “I know where the music is coming from.” “I been knowing that!” comes the older brother’s reply as he points to a speaker (which has an identical one in the front of the shop as well). I have to admit I hadn’t noticed the 2 speakers, which don’t look like the standard looking speakers one normally sees in beauty salons, nail salons, etc.
The water is fascinating to the youngest brother. No surprise there – a 2-year-old boy and water – that’s a match made in heaven! I’m asked by the boys if the water feels good to which I reply, “Yes, but its starting to get a little too hot!” The mother’s technician jumps up to correct the water temperature. The little one is too small to actually see the water without breaking free from the sister and climbing up on something. The other two boys can see the water and notice the water has turned blue. “Look, the water is blue now!” They ask each other, “How did it turn blue?” “He must’ve put something in there to do that.”
Another fast spin around on the swivel chair and the older brother notices a picture on the wall and laughs as he points and says, “Wow, look at that fat big toe and the other toes are long and skinny. The middle brother agrees as they giggle.
While bending down to fix his shoestring the middle brother notices the handle on the swivel chair! Bingo! “ Look, I can go up and down…watch me!” “Aww, I don’t have a “button” on my chair”, says the other brother. “Mine just swivels, I wish it could make me bigger”, laments the middle brother. Conversation continues about choosing robotics and sports for some type of after-school program. (Good thing robotics chosen for both since they are obviously taken with the mechanics of the chairs).
Last attention getter is the old stand-by “rock, paper, scissors”! After a few times the middle brother says, “No! That wasn’t 4 times, let’s start over!” Older brother’s response, “OK, let’s go to 20 this time!” They go faster and faster which leads to happy giggles. Meanwhile the 2 yr. old just wants to put his hands in the water…please sister please! (She’s tough – not giving in to those smiles, squirms, or his cries).
Finally, the mother announces its time to go (perfect timing since rock, paper, scissors game has ended). The boys can hardly contain their glee as they make their way down the narrow aisle towards the front door (the 2 yr. old runs!).
Quiet descends upon the salon…ahhhh! No one says anything, but the expressions on all the faces speaks volumes.
Although they weren’t causing any trouble, the boys did appear out of place. I know we aren’t all lucky enough to have someone watch the kids while we give ourselves a treat. We have books in the Laundromats and the barbershops, why not nail salons? No…. I guess we don’t want to encourage those boys to actually come with us to the nail salon. I love my children’s books, but even I’m not sure how long the books would keep those active minds still…I don't think the books can compete with bubbling water and chairs that go up and down! Ahhh boys…you gotta love them!
Happy Mother’s Day to all the Mothers out there! Wishing you all a “peaceful” trip to the nail salon (alone)!